Zhang Huaisheng was a little embarrassed, but his face didn't show anything, and he resolutely denied it: "I don't have it." I'm just wondering, is your body male or female? ”

"This is important?"

Lucia chuckled softly, "It's never a minutia to the one in control, and even if it's just that, it's offensive enough. ”

"I'm sorry."

Lucia's dexterous fingers took two stainless steel glasses, her chin was slightly raised, and her eyes brightly invited: "Would you like to drink a little, champagne from France, a bottle of high-end goods worth fifty pounds." ”

Thanks to the existence of the Church of Steam and Mechanics, stainless steel was an alloy that was discovered much earlier than in history.

If it weren't for the fact that the power of small steam engines was often limited, an aircraft made of aluminum alloy would have replaced the bulky floating airship on the stage of air combat a long time ago.

"Forget it."

Zhang Huaisheng politely declined.

Even very good friends probably don't dare to drink the wine handed by the controller easily, not to mention that the relationship between the two of them is not so close.

"You don't trust me."

Zhang Huaisheng was silent, why do you have to say such an obvious thing?

Lucia sat on the bar, gently tilted her toes, and shook from side to side: "Actually, very few people want to trust us, and the more extraordinary we are, the more we feel that we are all a bunch of crazy people who like to hide our heads and show our tails and play with other people's lives." ”

As she said this, Lucia looked at her fingers with a little faintness, her eyes lowered, her expression depressed, and a little endearing.

But Zhang Huaisheng just wanted to loudly agree.

He changed the subject very stiffly: "Are the people who enter and leave the Master's Club all transcendental?" ”

The frustration on Lucia's face was quickly swept away, and it seemed that what she had just done was just "playing".

"That's a bit too cold, isn't it? But in reality, no, there are also many ordinary people who are members of the club - the Controllers Club claims to be the Boston Hidden Scholars Club. ”

"There are a lot of university professors and students coming and going here."

"You know Sunday schools, a lot of churches will fund schools on Sundays to spread their ideas, and so do we."

"The school is located here. Every Sunday, it gets quite lively. We will consider the students' hearts, intelligence, and personal wishes to find people who are suitable to become extraordinary, which is an important cornerstone of the Boston Controllers' Club's growth. ”

"In fact, we've always thought that there are often better options for the role of the master—such as some innocuous pranks; Through all kinds of coincidences and hypnosis, lead the cowards to fight back against the bullies; to make the lazy industrious, to make the gamblers quit their gambling addictions, so that the villains are finally brought to justice..."

"Our belief at the Boston Masters Club is that if you play with other people's lives, you will end up with bad results."

Sunday school is a church school.

Similar to the late last century, evening schools were widely opened, and were a kind of part-time school that only took place on rest days.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I have a misunderstanding of the master."

Lucia pursed her lips and a smile appeared on her face: "No, in the otherworld, caution is never a bad thing. ”

Zhang Huaisheng subconsciously pinched his eyebrows, and the hangover pain made him feel his temples pop up, which was similar to the symptoms of a migraine, making him feel a little irritable.

"You seem to have been mentally traumatized recently?"

Lucia frowned deeply: "This is not a trivial problem, in this case, it is not a wise choice for you to be in a hurry to collect materials for promotion." ”

"Indeed."

"I'm not going to rush to a promotion until I recover."

For Zhang Huaisheng, mental trauma is not a big deal.

Dictatorships are known for their mental tenacity, and even if there is a wound, it can be healed quickly.

But for others, mental problems are chronic diseases, and once they appear, there is little chance of solving them.

Just like many people can't move their ears, but there are always some gifted people who can move their ears.

For ordinary people, mental trauma is like an ear, because they can't move, they can only rely on external forces to solve it.

Lucia took out her cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it with a click: "This has something to do with the extraordinary props you bought at the rally earlier, right?" ”

The light of the lighter illuminated her cheeks, delicate and beautiful, like a transparent porcelain doll.

It's hard to tell who has better skin, her or Miss Lingyun.

"That's right."

Zhang Huaisheng frowned slightly: "Minors, don't smoke." ”

Lucia said nonchalantly, "You're right, but I'm not a minor. It's just a corpse puppet, it's all dead, are you afraid that attraction will lead to lung disease? ”

Zhang Huaisheng was silent.

Lucia laughed, "I can give you some advice – get a pet, cat or dog." In short, plush and cute animals can heal spiritual wounds. ”

Zhang Huaisheng frowned: "This doesn't sound extraordinary at all. ”

"But you've tried, haven't you?"

Lucia opened her hand, and there was a slender black fluff in her palm: "You have a cat, it should be a long-haired black cat, many potions will add black cat hair, so don't think this is not extraordinary." ”

"Does this really work?"

"Of course, you'll find out if you try."

Zhang Huaisheng was silent for a moment, a little incredulous, can a cat still treat mental trauma?

"Lucia, let's talk about the transcendent material I was purchasing."

"Well, you're lucky, there's someone in the club who has a whole dried corpse of the Siren... Although soaked in embalming liquid, the spirituality has not been lost, and it can still be used as a potion material. ”

"Dry corpse..."

Zhang Huaisheng was a little helpless: "Okay, as long as the spirituality is not lost, the corpse will be the corpse." I don't need a lot of weight, just a lock that can be twisted into a wick. How much did he offer? ”

"A thousand pounds."

Lucia held up a finger and added, "It's a bit of a premium, but the seller is not short of money, and a lock of hair will obviously make his collection imperfect." ”

"No problem."

Zhang Huaisheng took out a wad of twenty pound bills and handed them to Lucia: "You can count them, a thousand pounds, exactly the same." ”

It is sometimes difficult to measure the value of transactions between extraordinary materials.

For Zhang Huaisheng, this is a seller's market, and the other party can sell or not, so he has little room for counteroffer.

Lucia took the banknotes and instead of counting them, she smiled and said, "This looks like a money deal." ”

Zhang Huaisheng said without changing his face: "I'm not interested in little girls... In fact, I think anyone who is interested in a little girl and puts it into action should be physically castrated. ”

Lucia rolled her eyes: "Did you know that people who are too serious can look boring. ”

She took out a glass jar from her pocket, which contained a lock of Siren's hair, not a small amount, more than enough to make two wicks.

"Could this seller be you?"

Zhang Huaisheng took the glass jar, his heart was slightly settled, and he said casually.

Lucia nodded calmly, "That's right. ”

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned: "Since it's you, why didn't you say it when we met last night?" ”

Lucia spun around, as if wondering what to do.

"Because I originally used it as a mermaid's remains, who would have thought that last night, when I was digging through the data, I found that the mermaid's teeth were nowhere near as sharp as the sirens, and there was no membrane on the arms that could be used to glide and swim."

"That's not a good explanation for a knowledgeable controller."

Even he knew the difference between the Banshee and the Mermaid, and he didn't believe that Lucia, as an appraiser, would not know the difference between the two.

Lucia said calmly, "Yes, but I have given an explanation, and it is not what a decent gentleman should do to continue to ask." ”